33 Midterms And Exam Mayhem 1

The once-lively hallways of Bangkok Horizons Academy had transformed into a battlefield of textbooks and frantic whispers. Students who usually roamed the halls with carefree smiles were now slumped over desks, their faces buried in notebooks as if hoping to absorb knowledge through sheer willpower. The cafeteria, normally a hub of loud gossip and occasional food fights, had taken on the hushed tension of a war strategy meeting. 

And in the center of it all sat Kamon, a determined but slightly scatterbrained student, hunched over a thick math textbook that seemed to be glaring at her. 

"Focus, Kamon," she muttered to herself, tapping her pencil against the desk. "You can do this. You will not fail math again." 

Math had never been her strong suit. Numbers twisted in her mind like a cruel joke, and formulas evaporated the moment she looked away. This time, though, she was determined to break the cycle. If she could just make it through midterms without disaster, she'd consider it a personal victory. 

Her best friend, Supaporn, dropped her bag onto the desk beside Kamon with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, I swear, if I have to solve one more quadratic equation, my brain is going to leak out of my ears." 

Kamon barely looked up. "That would be unfortunate. I need your brain intact. You're my study buddy." 

"I'd rather be your sleep buddy," Supaporn groaned, stretching her arms. "Can't we just… I don't know, absorb knowledge through osmosis? Someone should invent that already." 

Before Kamon could respond, the sharp clatter of heels against the tile signaled the arrival of Patcha, their class's self-proclaimed academic queen. She adjusted her neatly pressed uniform and gave Kamon a pointed look. "Oh, so you're actually studying this time?" 

Kamon forced a smile. "Yep. Trying not to fail." 

Patcha raised an eyebrow. "That's… surprising." 

Kamon gritted her teeth. Patcha had always been an effortlessly brilliant student, and she made sure everyone knew it. 

Supaporn, ever the peacemaker, cut in, "Kamon's got this. We're all working hard this time, right?" 

Patcha gave a noncommittal hum before striding off to her own study group, leaving Kamon with a renewed sense of determination… and irritation.

That evening, Kamon and her study group gathered at Mai's house, where they had planned a serious, focused study session. In theory. 

In practice? 

Total chaos. 

The living room was covered in open books, scattered worksheets, and half-empty snack bags. Mai's cat a large, judgmental-looking tabby, lounged atop a pile of flashcards, its tail flicking disinterestedly. 

Kamon, surrounded by her equally distracted friends, rubbed her temples. "Guys, we need to focus. Midterms are in two days." 

"Yeah, yeah," Mai mumbled, flipping through her notes. "But first, let me just—" 

She suddenly slammed her book shut and turned to Supaporn with wide, teary eyes. "My boyfriend dumped me." 

Supaporn, caught mid-sip of her drink, nearly choked. "Excuse me, what?" 

"I said—" Mai sniffled. "He dumped me. Over text!" She held up her phone dramatically. "Can you believe this?" 

Kamon sighed. Here we go. 

Supaporn blinked, clearly struggling to form an appropriate response. "Wow. That's… uh…" 

"Great," Leo, the group's most oblivious member, deadpanned. "That's what I was wishing for all along." 

Mai gasped. "You're happy?" 

Leo looked mildly horrified. "Of course not! I meant—uh—I meant you're way out of his league. Who did he even cheat on you with?" 

Mai sniffed again. "His cousin." 

A beat of silence. Then Nan muttered, "It's always a cousin." 

Kamon groaned, letting her head hit the table. "Can we please get back to—" 

"My mom has a parrot," Mai suddenly blurted out. 

Kamon lifted her head slowly. "What does that have to do with—" 

"They can talk, right?" Leo cut in, ignoring Kamon's despair. 

"Yeah," Mai nodded. 

"But aren't they expensive just because of their beaks?" Leo asked seriously. 

Another silence. 

Supaporn threw a pencil at him. "Dude, what is wrong with you?" 

Kamon, exhausted from the emotional whiplash, barely lasted another five minutes before her brain shut down entirely. The numbers in her textbook blurred together, the chatter around her faded into white noise, and before she knew it, her eyelids grew heavier… heavier… 

She was out. 

When she woke up, it was to uncontrollable laughter. 

"Finally, Sleeping Beauty has risen!" Supaporn declared. 

Kamon blinked, disoriented, then looked down at her notes—only to find them absolutely covered in doodles.

Horrified, she grabbed the paper and studied the damage. Someone had drawn an elaborate stick-figure battle, where a mini-Kamon was seen losing against a monstrous math equation. Another showed a comic strip of her snoring with drool while numbers escaped her brain like tiny ghosts. 

"WHO DID THIS?" Kamon demanded. 

Leo grinned. "You fell asleep. We got bored." 

Kamon groaned in despair.

The night had fallen over the small house, casting a soft glow through the window, with only the faint sounds of crickets chirping in the distance. Supaporn sat at her desk, surrounded by textbooks, notebooks, and scattered pens. The faint flicker of a candle, lit in front of a small strawberry cake, provided the only light in the otherwise dim room. It wasn't much—just a small gesture of encouragement to keep her focused as she faced the daunting task of studying her math book.

"Come on, Supaporn," she muttered to herself, staring at the numbers in front of her. "You've got this. Just a few more problems, and you'll be done."

Her candle flickered as if agreeing with her, casting a soft, warm glow on her face. She smiled weakly, taking a deep breath. 

"Okay, let's do this," she said, gripping her pencil and attempting to focus on the problem set in front of her. Her eyes scanned the page, but the numbers seemed to blur together in a confusing swirl. She rubbed her eyes, blinking hard, and tried again.

*Addition. Subtraction. Multiplication. Division.* It was all too much. Nothing made sense. Her mind was racing, trying to keep up with the page, but she couldn't catch her breath. The numbers just danced in her vision like they were teasing her.

After a few more attempts, Supaporn sighed and put the book down with a soft thud. She sat back in her chair, staring at the wall, completely lost. 

"Ugh," she groaned, rubbing her forehead. "Why is this so hard? I don't get it."

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the door to her room creaked open. Her older brother, Niran, walked in with a half-smile, his arms crossed in a typical smug pose.

"Still at it, huh?" he teased, raising an eyebrow at the math books laid out before her. "I thought you were better at math than this, Supaporn."

Supaporn glared at him, then sighed in exasperation. "I'm not getting it, okay? I need help. Can you just explain this stuff to me?"

Niran's smirk deepened as he stepped further into the room. "Help? You want *my* help with math? Good luck with that," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "You've got the candles and cake—maybe that'll help more than me."

"I don't *need* the teasing, Niran," Supaporn replied, now feeling the familiar irritation bubbling up in her chest. "Just help me out. Please? I'm seriously stuck."

He shrugged dismissively. "Nah. I've got more important things to do than help you with math. Besides, it's your problem, not mine."

Supaporn's eyes narrowed, and then she took a deep, exaggerated breath. She crossed her arms dramatically and sniffed, preparing herself.

"No, Niran! Please!" she whined, her voice now wavering just enough to sound like she was on the verge of tears. "I really, really don't get it! It's so hard, and I don't know how to do it!"

She let a single tear drop dramatically down her cheek as she sniffled, making sure he saw it. Then, she turned her face away quickly, trying to look as pitiful as possible. "I'm so lost, Niran. I'm never going to understand this," she sobbed in a faux-dramatic voice, allowing her shoulders to shake for effect.

Niran stared at her for a second, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, please," he scoffed, turning his back to her. "It's just math. I'm not falling for your fake tears, Supaporn. Not today."

But Supaporn wasn't giving up yet. She sniffled louder, adding just a touch more drama to her act. "But, Niran," she whimpered, "I *really* need your help! I don't want to fail… please, you're the only one who can help me!"

The exaggerated sound of sniffing was enough to make her voice break on purpose. As expected, her fake tears quickly did the trick.

Just as Niran was about to walk out, their mother, Praew, entered the room, drawn by the sound of her daughter's "sorrow." 

"Supaporn, what's going on in here?" Praew asked, looking concerned, glancing at her daughter's red eyes. 

Niran immediately groaned. "Oh, *great*, here we go," he muttered under his breath.

Supaporn immediately sprang into action, wiping her eyes and looking up at her mother with the most pitiful expression she could muster. "Mom! Niran won't help me with my math! I'm so lost, and I really need help..."

Praew's face softened as she took a step closer to Supaporn. "Niran," she said firmly, crossing her arms. "Why aren't you helping your sister?"

Niran's expression was a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. "Come on, Mom. I don't even get this math stuff myself! It's not my fault she's crying about it."

"Well, that's not an excuse, is it?" Praew said, tapping her foot in mock disapproval. "You're older, Niran. You should help her when she's struggling. It's called being a good sibling."

Niran rolled his eyes dramatically. "I have better things to do, Mom."

But Praew wasn't letting him off that easily. "Niran, if you don't help your sister with her math, I'll have to take away your phone. And that's not negotiable."

Niran's eyes widened, and he froze for a moment. "Wait—what?! Are you serious?" 

"Oh, I'm serious," Praew replied coolly. "Now go ahead, teach your sister her math. I'll even give you ten minutes of peace. Think of it as 'quality time.'"

Niran groaned but knew he was beaten. He shot Supaporn a glare, and she responded with a triumphant look.

"Fine," he muttered, walking over to Supaporn's desk. "But I'm not explaining every single thing to you, okay?"

Supaporn couldn't hide her grin. "Thank you, Niran. I knew you'd come through for me."

Niran huffed and pulled the math book toward him. "I'm only doing this because Mom's forcing me. So, don't expect me to be nice about it."

He flipped through the pages, clearly trying to make sense of the material himself. "Okay, what's the problem?"

Supaporn pointed to one of the exercises. "I don't get how to do this at all. What's the first step?"

Niran leaned in, squinting at the page. "Ugh. Fine. You just... add these two numbers and then divide by the third one."

Supaporn stared at him blankly. "I don't understand."

"Okay, okay," Niran sighed, flipping to another page. "Let's try it this way: First, you—"

As Niran continued, Praew stood in the doorway, satisfied with the result. Her job was done. Supaporn had managed to get her brother to do what she needed—without much effort. 

Supaporn smiled to herself, her fake tears now a distant memory. "Thanks, Niran," she said sweetly, even though she could feel his frustration growing. "I knew you'd be able to help me."

Niran muttered something under his breath about "never doing this again," but as the night grew late, he continued tutoring his sister—albeit begrudgingly. Praew watched with a knowing smile, pleased that her children were, once again, learning the importance of sibling bonds—even if those bonds came with a bit of drama and a touch of manipulation.

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**Scene: Supaporn's Relentless Workout Adventure**

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the neighborhood as Supaporn jogged excitedly in the direction of the local gym. Her brother, Niran, who had been a regular at the gym for months, was heading there for his usual morning workout, and Supaporn had decided she was going to join him today.

"Wait up, Niran!" Supaporn called, jogging a few paces behind him, the excitement in her voice matching the rhythm of her steps. "I'm joining you today. I'm serious about getting fit!"

Niran, who was already well ahead, glanced back with an amused look. "You sure? I don't think you're ready for this. It's intense." 

Supaporn waved him off, her ponytail bouncing with each step. "Please, I can totally handle it. How hard can jogging and stretching be?" She grinned, eager to prove herself.

Niran shook his head but said nothing, a small smirk playing on his lips as he reached the gym doors. He knew this wasn't going to end well, but at least she was committed—for now.

As they walked inside, Supaporn immediately scanned the gym with wide eyes. "Wow, look at all this equipment!" she exclaimed. "I bet I can do all of this!"

Niran chuckled and led her to the treadmills. "Let's start with some light jogging," he said, setting the speed to a moderate pace.

Supaporn hopped onto the treadmill confidently, setting her feet and grinning. "I've got this, Niran. Easy." She pressed the start button with a flourish, and the treadmill kicked into motion.

At first, it was fine. She jogged along beside Niran, but after a minute, her pace slowed noticeably. Her breath became heavier, and her legs started to feel like jelly. "Okay, Niran, I think I need a break," she said, trying to slow down but instead tripping on the treadmill belt. With a squeal, she grabbed onto the sides of the treadmill, narrowly avoiding a face-plant.

Niran turned his head, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "That's what I thought." He hit the stop button before she could embarrass herself further. "You need to pace yourself, Supaporn. You can't just jump into a full workout without preparing."

Supaporn stood on the treadmill, panting lightly. "It's just... It's so much harder than it looks!" she huffed, trying to regain her breath. "But okay, I'm ready to try again. Let's move on to the stretching!"

Niran raised an eyebrow, but he nodded. "Fine. But this time, no shortcuts. Stretching's important."

They moved to the stretching area, and Niran demonstrated a few basic stretches, showing Supaporn how to properly reach for her toes and stretch her arms and legs. Supaporn tried to follow along, but after a few awkward movements, she stopped and looked at Niran, frowning.

"I can't reach my toes! Is my body broken?" she asked, dramatically throwing herself onto the mat. "Why is this so hard?"

Niran shook his head, his patience growing thin. "No, your body isn't broken. You just need to keep practicing. Let me show you how to do it again."

With a sigh, Supaporn reluctantly followed his lead, wobbling slightly in her attempts to get the stretch right. After a few more failed attempts, she finally managed to get her hands just a few inches away from her toes. "I did it!" she exclaimed, as if she had just won an Olympic medal. But she quickly deflated as her legs started to shake. "Okay, this is... I'm done with stretching. Next, let's do some jumping rope!"

"Jumping rope?" Niran repeated, giving her a look that said everything. "Are you sure you want to try that?"

Supaporn, determined to prove herself, grabbed a rope from the nearby bin. "Yes, I'm going to jump rope like a pro," she said confidently, even though her legs were still wobbly from the stretches.

She swung the rope overhead and jumped—well, *tried* to jump. The first few attempts were more like frantic hops, with the rope slapping her legs and her feet tripping over each other. After three failed attempts, she finally caught the rope and made one decent jump. "See? I'm doing it!" she yelled, even though she was completely out of sync with the rope's rhythm.

Niran, watching in silence, held back a laugh. "You're jumping like a kangaroo on caffeine. Try to slow down and keep the rhythm."

Supaporn glared at him. "I know what I'm doing, okay?" She tried again, but this time she tripped over the rope entirely, landing on her knees with an awkward thud. 

Niran sighed, walking over to help her up. "Okay, enough with the rope. Let's just move to some weights, alright?"

"Fine," Supaporn said, clearly a bit deflated but still determined. She followed him to the dumbbell section, picking up a small set of weights. "How hard can it be to lift these?" she muttered, her confidence barely intact.

Niran showed her the proper way to lift the dumbbells, demonstrating a few controlled movements. Supaporn, trying to mimic him, picked up the dumbbells and started to lift them. But after a few reps, her arms started to tremble, and she struggled to lift them properly. She gave Niran a pleading look.

"I can't... I can't lift them anymore," she groaned, her arms practically shaking from the strain.

Niran shook his head and sighed. "I told you not to start with weights right away. You need to build strength first. Here, let me help you."

But Supaporn wasn't one to give up easily. "I can do it! I'm going to keep going," she insisted, pushing herself to lift the dumbbells again, but this time her legs wobbled, and she almost fell over.

"I think you need a personal trainer, not just me," Niran said, trying not to laugh at his sister's efforts. He gently took the dumbbells from her hands. "Okay, we're done here. You've reached your workout limit for the day."

Supaporn pouted, her arms still sore from the dumbbell mishap. "But I want to keep going! I can do it! I'm just warming up."

Niran raised an eyebrow. "Supaporn, you've already exhausted yourself in every single exercise. I think it's time for a break before you hurt yourself."

Supaporn flopped down onto the nearest bench, her face dramatically scrunched up. "Fine, but I want to try again tomorrow. No stopping me next time!"

Niran smiled, shaking his head. "I'll believe it when I see it."

As they walked out of the

gym, Supaporn's mood had lightened, despite her earlier failures. "I might be sore, but at least I tried," she said with a grin. "I'm going to get stronger, Niran. Just wait!"

Niran chuckled, ruffling her hair. "We'll see, Supaporn. We'll see."